Tiny Carrots
Apr 20th, 2012 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Baby Joey watched the spectacle from safely beneath the kitchen table. His parents were measuring the brisance of hurled kitchen items and all he could think about were the two tiny carrots prominently displayed on the battlefield linoleum.
To get to them, he would have to crawl into the crossfire. The dishware made the loudest noise. The cutlery, especially the cleaver, certainly seemed the most dangerous.
But overall, from Baby Joey’s way of looking at things, the eggs and tomatoes were the most enjoyable to watch explode.
With all the distractions, he soon forgot about the tiny carrots. Stupid baby.
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